Petrarch Quotes

The field of doom bears death as its harvest.

Everything's going to end eventually. I don't know if we're rushing it or making it faster.

Everyone has his day and some days last longer than others.

In nuclear war all men are cremated equal.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

This Enmity in all Lands will cease, for none shall dare to seek a Dominion over others, neither shall any dare to kill another, nor desire more of the Earth then another; for he that will rule over, imprison, oppresse, and kill his fellow Creatures, under what pretence soever, is a destroyer of the Creation, and an actor of the Curse, and walks contrary to the rule of righteousnesse.

Beware At war Or at peace, More people die Of unenlightened self-interest Than of any other disease

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.

Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?

Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

Death renders all equal.

Who knows but the world may end tonight

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

Peace and freedom! These things shall be! How soon these things shall be - whether now or whether after great destruction and new beginnings and eons of time - is up to us!

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow Claspest the limits of mortality! And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore, Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm, Who shall put forth on thee, Unfathomable sea?

Our hour is marked, and no one can claim a moment of life beyond what fate has predestined.

We're all cremated equal.

In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.

Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,--what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!